My mom will wonder if I don’t
spend enough of her money.”
Ha, ha. I can always help.
As we drove away, he pulled me
close, rested his hand on my knee,
shifted between my legs.
Can I see you again?
“Any time, Chase.” Any time.
How weird was that? A few months
back I would have said no way.
Soon?
As soon as I could break away from
Mom’s watchful eye. Chase sure
wasn’t her type. Was he really mine?
I like you, Kristina.
“I like you, too.” I did. He
was nothing like I had imagined.
He was bright, intuitive.
Or do I like Bree?
Even if he did ask hard questions.
Jetting on the monster in spectacular
fashion, I didn’t know how to answer.
Doesn’t matter. What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any
other word would smell as sweet.
Chase Wagner and Bill Shakespeare.
Talk about your strange bedfellows.
I was in line for that ménage à trois.
Chase Wanted to Walk Around the Mall
with me, but I knew I wouldn’t get much